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She and I met at work. He and I met at work also. She and I became best friends. He and I became best friends. We had fun. We shared truth. He likes her. She likes him. I play cupid for my friends. They are doing great. I’m honored to be his best man. She has bruises on her face. I’m in disbelief and now enraged. I calmly approach. He flatly denies. She constantly calls. She constantly cries. She left. He blames me. I’m not to blame. I miss my friend. I hope she’s okay. I haven’t seen her in 24 years as of today.
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